John Bs POV
"She's totally fine right." JJ chuckles elbowing me and pointing toward his little sister. I chuckle seeing her passed out in her seat next to me. We were eating at the Wreck and I knew Y/N was sick she was just trying to put a brave face on. JJ said Luke beat her for being sick when she was younger. Ever since then she doesn't say a word when she is sick until she is either seconds away from puking or you find her throwing up. It's really sad honestly. I put a hand on her forehead and she groans. "She's burning up." I say concerned. "Let's get her home." JJ sighs. I put a hand on her back rubbing small circles. "Hey wake up baby girl." She groans and picks her head up. "I'm sorry did I fall asleep?" I nod and help her up. "Don't apologize. We were just going to head home." She nods and stumbles into me. I look to JJ who shrugs. "I don't know man." He sighs. I say my good byes to the group and wrap my arm around Y/Ns shoulder walking toward the car. JJ kisses Kie before running after me. I helped her into the passenger seat and JJ gets in the back. I start the car and chuckle seeing she was already sleeping. Pulling out of the parking lot her head slams against the glass and she jumps awake. "Ow..." she whines voice breaking. "I'm sorry baby. Why don't you lay on me?" She nods and lays her head on my lap as we drive. JJ passes the blanket we kept in the back up and laid it over her. When we get to the house I rub her back again slowly waking her up trying not to startle her. I'm not going to lie. It was hard being in a relationship with an abused child. She lied a lot and hide her emotions and feelings 24/7. "Do you want me to carry you?" I ask as she looks around completely disoriented. "I feel like I'm gonna puke." She slurs. I reach my arm out and gently pull her out of the car. She kneels down and throws up on the pavement. I reach out to pull her hair back and she flinched away from me. I pull my hands back. That hurt. She actually flinched away from me which made her think I would actually hurt her. I know it isn't her fault but it hurt. "Alright..." I mutter taking a few steps back not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable than she is right now. JJ steps in and pulls her hair back rubbing her back. "You're ok. I'm right here." She didn't flinch when he did it. He was her brother so it made sense. I was just hurt. My girlfriend was sick and I couldn't do anything to help. "Fuck. John B I'm sorry." She said tears running down her face. "Don't be sorry baby girl." I mutter. "I shouldn't have flinched I'm sorry." She says says again. "Don't apologize. Not your fault." She goes to answer but heaves again. I sigh and lean against the van. It shouldn't bother me this much but it did. I couldn't even take care of my girlfriend. If JJ wasn't here it would be a shit show.
After another minute JJ helps her up. He whispers something in her ear and she slowly nods and reaches her arms out for me. "You sure?" She nods and I pull her into a hug. She wrapped her legs around my waist and hurried her head in my shoulder. She loved when I carried her like this. "I'm really sorry." She says again. "Don't be sorry Baby." It really wasn't her fault. It just sucked. A lot. I lay her down on my bed. "You want to get changed?" She nods tiredly. She kicks her Jean shorts off and I help her into sweatpants. "Can you unclip my bra?" She asked tiredly. I nod and reach under her shirt. She flinched and I unclip her bra and walk into the kitchen. "John B! Im sorry. I don't mean it." She says quickly. JJ gives me a confused look. "Can you please?" I sighs waving my hand toward my room. He nods and walks toward my room while I grab a beer and walk outside.
I swallow the last bit and throw it against the dock annoyed. "Hey Man." JJ says walking over to me hesitantly. "Hey." I say kinda pissed. "You know she isn't doing it on purpose right?" I nod. "Yeah I know..." I sigh. "She tell you about the scar on her shoulder?" I shake my head. She always kept quiet about it and I decided not to pry. "When she was seven she had gotten sick in the middle of the night. Our Dad was drunk and probably high. He had a beer bottle in her hand and while she was throwing up he hit her with it and it shattered. There was glass shards everywhere." I cringe. It sounded painful. "Her back is just a sensitive spot. Being sick just kinda open the wound a little. She doesn't think you would hurt her. She is just a little fucked up..." I nod. "I feel bad. I can't even comfort my sick girlfriend." He sighs. "Well she wants you to go lay with her." I shrug. "It's just, it feels like me being there makes her more on edge. She doesn't flinch when you touch her." He bites his lip. "She just needs to get used to opening up to you." I nod. "Thanks man..." I sigh heading inside. I could hear her sniffling. I open the door and she quickly wiped her tears. "I'm sorry." I shake my head. "Don't apologize. I'm sorry I walked out. I just didn't want to make you more uncomfortable." She shook her head and patted next to her. "Please lay with me." I nod and kick off my shoes laying next to her. She rests her head on my chest and closed her eyes. "You can touch me." She mutters tiredly. I sigh and wrap my arms around her. "I don't want to make it worse." She shakes her head. "You're helping."
